I have something to confess: I love working. There's no way I stay too long in an unoccupied and feel good, no way. The funny thing is, like everyone else, I'm dying to go home, leave early, etc.. Etc.. Etc.. However, it's so good to know that I have to go and do things and have ideas and everything else.
I have written less for it. Ando and tired. Tired of the good ... And for that I am well and I have a nasty habit of writing only when I'm all screwed.
Working good for me. And look at that student has not yet!
There are other things that happen and I do well too. The other day I was home and heard the maid calling at the gate. She came and had a dog there.
looked astonished: black dress, and tiny strass. I felt what it always happens when I cross the street with lost dog. A mixture of pity, a desire to do something or just do not get involved. I looked more closely at it and I drew that was a puppy. I think
seeking some affirmation, I called the lady who bathes in my pack. She said
Tag! It was St. Francis of Assisi, who sent it to you.
In fact, I thought it was not for nothing that he would have stopped right there. I grabbed him, took him to the bathroom, I called the vet come vaccinated, I went to buy the first pet needs: deworming, puppy food and anticarrapaticida. Arriving there, asked if I could put one of those posters of dogs for adoption. The clerk, who already know me, I said yes. I was muttering to myself that I was crazy, that obviously the bug would be enormous and therefore difficult to arrange for him to master. Hearing this, the girl's pet said:
But there's a guy just looking for a stray puppy-sized cans to make great companion to his dog! Left phone and everything!
The end of the story is happy. The pet owner has already! Matter resolved in less than a week. :)
When the boy came to fetch him, I felt a cool thing. It's good to see that nice things simple and can happen after the storm.
:) Stay
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